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[Near the palace of England's King Edward the Confessor. Enter Malcolm who is joined by Macduff who has just arrived from Scotland]

Malcolm

Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there
Weep our sad bosoms empty.

Macduff

                                                     Let us rather
Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men
Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom. Each new morn
New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
Strike heaven on the face that it resounds
As if it felt with Scotland and yelled out
Like syllable of dolor.

Malcolm

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[Enter a Doctor]

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[Exit Doctor]

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[Enter Ross]

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[Exit]

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